Immortality and cultivation begin with drawing talismans.

Chapter 488 Nascent Soul cultivator passes away, lamenting in the mortal world [Seeking monthly votes]

Within the territory of the Guardian Alliance, the former homeland of the barbarian tribes, now a place rich in spiritual energy, there are far fewer cultivators, as most of them have settled in Baibi City.

The mortals here, however, are unaware of all that has happened.

Most barbarian tribes are tall and robust, even the women are tall and slender, and the chances of a member of the tribe being born with spiritual roots are extremely high.

Although they are barbarians, after the emergence of the Nascent Soul giant, the Demon Flame Old Monster, in this generation, they have already established a dynasty.

"It is rumored that Fellow Daoist Demon Flame's barbarian tribe is a remnant race from the Upper Realm in ancient times?"

Inside a restaurant, one can gaze out the window at the mundane dynasty, while the streets are filled with all sorts of pedestrians.

At this moment, Lin Chang'an spoke calmly at the table, while opposite him was a phantom sealed inside a bottle.

It was half a year ago in the secret realm that the Demon Flame Old Monster's body was possessed by a demon. Fortunately, he was able to escape with his nascent soul thanks to the Buddhist treasures he possessed.

However, he was also severely weakened, and later, in a critical moment, he made a deal with Lin Chang'an through telepathy.

At this moment, the Demon Flame Old Monster was no longer the unbridled and arrogant man he once was; his rugged face now bore a hint of loneliness and desolation.

"Throughout the millennia, I thought I could conquer the world with my selfishness and self-interest, but in the end, I found that I had gained nothing in this life."

At this point, the old monster of demonic flames, who remained in a phantom form, gave a self-deprecating, hoarse laugh.

"This truly proves the saying that mortals can't take anything with them when they die."

He enjoyed nearly a thousand years of glory, but now that his time is up and he is powerless to change things, he seems to have seen through many of the things he was once obsessed with.

The Demon Flame Old Monster sighed deeply before responding to Lin Chang'an's initial question.

"That's right. Our tribe of barbarians were originally cultivators from the upper realm. However, the path to ascension was cut off, so we settled down in the lower realm and have grown into what we are today over the years."

Lin Chang'an had long heard of the so-called people from the upper realm.

It is said that after the great war ten thousand years ago, the path to ascension was severed, and many people in the cultivation world are descendants of those with bloodlines from the upper realm.

It is said that the ancestors of the Great Qian Dynasty were also descendants of cultivators from the Upper Realm, as well as from the Great Jin Immortal Dynasty.

These are not unusual, but what really excited Lin Chang'an was the deal he had made with the old demon demon.

If he was only slightly tempted before, now that he has received the Great Teleportation Token from Yun Yao, he is actually more enthusiastic about finding these ancient secrets.

If he could find some clues about the ancient interdimensional teleportation array, he would be in luck.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, rest assured, I will not go back on my word as I promised you before."

It turns out that the original transaction was actually the location of the Demon Flame Monster's treasure trove.

In the past, this treasure trove was his backup plan, but now, looking at his weakened nascent soul, the Demon Flame Old Monster no longer had his usual arrogance.

But it also carries a sense of world-weariness and disillusionment.

"However, to put it bluntly, this treasure trove of mine is for rogue cultivators like myself to restore our cultivation in case our physical bodies are destroyed."

Although there are many valuable resources, they may not be as precious as Fellow Daoist Lin has imagined.

With his physical body destroyed and his nascent soul weakened, even if he could still possess another body, not to mention how much vital energy it would consume, how many more years he could live.

Even in his current state, a Golden Core cultivator cannot possess a body; he could only possess a Foundation Establishment cultivator and survive for three to five years.

This was something that the Demon Flame Old Monster, who had roamed for nearly a thousand years, could not accept, no matter what.

Lin Chang'an could understand this. After all, a high-ranking Nascent Soul cultivator had fallen to the level of a Foundation Establishment ant just to survive for a few more years.

I'm afraid there aren't many Nascent Soul cultivators in the world who would be willing to do that.

Falling from the clouds, the difference is too great.

As night fell, Lin Chang'an followed the guidance of the Demon Flame Old Monster and arrived at an underground secret chamber deep within this mortal royal palace.

No one would have imagined that the Demon Flame Monster would hide his treasure in the mortal realm.

Inside the secret room.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, this is the place."

Now we are at their mercy, like fish on a chopping board, even the Demon Flame Old Monster can only sigh helplessly.

Now he only hopes that this fellow Daoist Lin will keep his promise and let him pass away peacefully.

As expected, although the old monster Demon Flame had said before that there weren't many precious spiritual items in his treasure trove, Lin Chang'an was still somewhat disappointed when he saw them.

Perhaps for ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators, these are all good things.

But now, with his current strength, vision, and foundation, he really doesn't care about these things.

"However, there are quite a few healing spiritual items, and quite a few related to the soul."

"Fellow Daoist Lin, you have the backing of the Yuling Sect and are also connected with the Bihai Palace, so naturally you don't know the suffering of us rogue cultivators. If we are seriously injured, we will naturally have to hide away and heal ourselves."

This cunning rabbit has three burrows, and naturally, most of the creatures it hides are healing spirits.

The old monster Demon Flame also said enviously, "We're both rogue cultivators, but this Fellow Daoist Lin is living a much more comfortable life than me."

He couldn't trust his so-called friends; who knew if they would take advantage of his misfortune?

Looking into the eyes of the Demon Flame Old Monster, Lin Chang'an knew that the other party had misunderstood; in fact, he was also a rogue cultivator.

However, he did not explain. After carefully examining the spiritual items and finding no problems, he collected them one by one.

"Fellow Daoist Demon Flame, I remember you mentioned that your clan also has records about the Upper Realm and the ancient times?"

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Lin has quite the ambition."

Faced with Lin Chang'an's question, the Demon Flame Old Monster grinned and smiled frankly; he wasn't surprised at all.

After all, who among those who have cultivated to the Nascent Soul Realm wouldn't want to ascend to the Divine Transformation Realm?

Unfortunately, these things, which may have been treasures in the past, are now just a bunch of useless records.

Since the path to ascension was severed, no one has succeeded in the past ten thousand years, but they still refuse to give up.

As far as he knew, many powerful figures had already made copies of the records of their lineage. Not to mention the distant ones, even the White Sword Saint had come to borrow them.

“These things are inside the ancestral temple. Fellow Daoist Lin, you may go and see them if you wish.”

Who would have thought that such a precious item would be placed in the ancestral temple of a mortal dynasty as a mere ornament?

Lin Chang'an was also taken aback, but after hearing the old monster's teasing, he understood somewhat.

Afterwards, in the heavily guarded royal palace, Lin Chang'an arrived at this remote and desolate ancestral temple.

Besides a bundle of ancient jade slips containing records, there are also unidentified ancient characters carved by mortals on stone tablets all around.

After being taught by the Demon Flame Old Monster, Lin Chang'an learned the ancient script of the barbarian tribe in just half an hour.

"Unfortunately, the records only document how people found their families after ascending to immortality; in short, they were left for future generations."

Lin Chang'an was somewhat disappointed after reading it.

"According to records, our clan is actually physically strong and most skilled at body refinement, but the spiritual energy in this world is becoming increasingly scarce, so there are not enough resources to support body refinement."

This is why our lineage has declined with each generation, and there has even been a complete extinction of the Nascent Soul stage for a hundred years.

Even after returning here, the old monster Demon Flame still had a hint of resentment in his eyes.

He was unable to unleash the strongest talent of his clan, yet even so, he still managed to reach this point.

But if he were in the Upper Realm, with his talent, why would he have struggled his whole life and only reached the mid-Nascent Soul stage?

As his lifespan was about to end, Lin Chang'an could sense the deep resentment of the Demon Flame Old Monster; he himself might have felt the same way.

"After you pass away, the barbarian tribe will be without a Nascent Soul cultivator to guard it. If you do not mind, you can leave a letter. At that time, my Yuling Sect can also take care of your people."

This time, the Demon Flame Old Monster didn't have any ulterior motives, and Lin Chang'an also benefited. Seeing such a Nascent Soul giant end up like this, he felt somewhat saddened.

Although the two had some minor disagreements, these were no longer a big deal as the other was about to pass away.

"Fellow Daoist Lin is quite the schemer."

The Demon Flame Old Monster wasn't stupid; he instantly saw through Lin Chang'an's plan.

His clan wasn't weak either. With him supporting them before, they were able to control the resources and interests of the Nascent Soul level. Once the news of his passing spread...

These resources and benefits are beyond the protection of the barbarians themselves.

"If you agree, I dare not say anything else, but if the Spirit Control Sect takes the benefits, it will not be difficult to guarantee that your barbarian tribe will form a Nascent Soul Spiritual Object once within three hundred years."

"it is good!"

Without hesitation, the Demon Flame Old Monster nodded in agreement.

"Although I believe that Alliance Leader Jin will not break his promise, interests are tempting people. Who knows what will happen in the future? Moreover, hedging our bets is also very good for our barbarian tribe."

Lin Chang'an's strategy was an open conspiracy.

Jin Jianchuan will naturally take care of the barbarians, but the current situation and the future will certainly be different.

However, if the Yuling Sect gets involved, it will be different. It would be equivalent to both sides taking care of each other, forming a situation of mutual supervision.

It can be said that this is beneficial to both the barbarians and the Spirit Control Sect.

"Fellow Daoist, you're not at a loss either. You're well aware of the current situation of the barbarians. In the future, Fellow Daoist Jin will probably only offer one opportunity to help outsiders achieve Nascent Soul stage."

But forming a Nascent Soul is no easy feat. And with my Spirit Control Sect involved, we at least have another chance. Besides, the barbarian tribes have lost a Nascent Soul cultivator, so we need to prepare several backup plans.”

Lin Chang'an made no attempt to conceal his purpose: to seize the benefits that the barbarians could not control, and also to provide protection. Cooperation would benefit both sides.

This moment once again demonstrates the survival-of-the-fittest law of the cultivation world.

Even with various factors at play, their eating manners were still considered decent.

Without external influences, the barbarians, having lost the deterrent effect of Nascent Soul cultivators, would be devoured without a trace, their ruthless behavior leaving nothing but bones.

"Haha, I have traversed thousands of years and can be considered a giant in my own right, but I never thought that I would be able to take nothing with me when I die. Damn this cultivation world!"
If I were in the upper realm, how could I have come to this! How could I have come to this!

Finally, inside the ancestral hall, the Demon Flame Old Monster's nascent soul let out a furious roar of unwillingness. His previous so-called acceptance of life and death was only in relation to life and death.

The roar now is a protest against the injustice of fate.

After leaving behind a jade talisman, this mid-Nascent Soul stage giant of the Guardian Alliance passed away peacefully.

As the nascent soul shone with spiritual light, and cracks visibly began to appear on its surface, Lin Chang'an remained silent.
With a soft 'bang', the entire nascent soul disintegrated, turning into specks of golden light that vanished into the world after a gentle breeze.

After witnessing the passing of the Demon Flame Old Monster's Nascent Soul, Lin Chang'an couldn't help but reveal a complicated expression and sigh softly.

"Although Nascent Soul cultivators possess powerful supernatural abilities, they ultimately cannot escape the cycle of life and death."

Over a thousand years, people have come to feel that Nascent Soul cultivators are practically immortals.

But witnessing a Nascent Soul cultivator pass away in person, a situation completely different from his previous death at the hands of demons, filled him with mixed emotions.

Although devouring the Nascent Soul of the Demon Flame Old Monster would be advantageous to him, a wise man knows what to do and what not to do.

Although he is not a gentleman, he still has some bottom lines.

Especially the final, unwilling roar of the Demon Flame Old Monster, which was also the heart of countless cultivators in this world.

In ancient times, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was abundant, and cultivation was not so difficult.

At least there's still the path to ascension, but nowadays, what good are those Nascent Soul cultivators, no matter how amazing they are?

Perhaps if they were placed in the upper realm where spiritual energy is abundant, they would all be outstanding geniuses, what a pity!

Time is also destiny!

A gentle breeze swept by, and Lin Chang'an's figure had already disappeared from the scene.

At the same time, within the barbarian cultivators' territory, the portrait of the Nascent Soul cultivator, Demon Flame Old Monster, suddenly dimmed and lost its luster.

This sight turned the three Core Formation elders, who had been guarding this place for the past six months, pale with fright and trembling with fear.

The Nascent Soul Ancestor has fallen! The barbarian tribe has lost its protector.

Even if this old monster of demonic flames was not so bad, and no matter how greedy he was, he was still a Nascent Soul cultivator who created enormous profits and protected the barbarian race for nearly a thousand years.

Losing this only Nascent Soul cultivator is like the sky falling down.

While the barbarians were secretly blocking information and hesitating about the future, Lin Chang'an had already returned to Cloud City, and the jade talisman that the Demon Flame Old Monster left before his death was given to the Ice Butterfly Fairy.

After all, it's about interests. The next step is to discuss with Jin Jianchuan how to protect the barbarians.

……

Time flies like an arrow, and time flies like an arrow.

Twenty years have passed, and for ordinary people, children have grown up and started families, while strong men have grown old.

However, for a Nascent Soul cultivator, twenty years is merely a short period of secluded cultivation.

Over the past two decades, the war between the Guardian Alliance and the Demonic Path has raged for more than forty years, and both sides have shown signs of decline.

The demonic path is constrained by the righteous path and does not want to invest too much, while the various forces of the Protectorate Alliance are chaotic, but they are tightly bound together by their interests.

After all, they've been fighting for over forty years, and all sides have suffered considerable losses. Giving up now would mean all their previous efforts would be for nothing.

This sunk capital effect is something that Jin Jianchuan and the four major powers all want to see.

The greater the losses, the less willing the other forces are to give up the profits they have already gained.

Inside the cave.

"Owner!"

A beam of golden light shone down, and the phoenix tried to struggle, but within this golden light, its soul felt as heavy as ten thousand pounds.

Even the slightest movement of the primordial spirit requires immense effort, and even the stagnation of magical power makes it extremely difficult to mobilize.

The golden bowl spun rapidly, emitting a golden glow that rendered the phoenix helpless.

"Master, you're using me to test your magic weapon, that's too much of a rip-off."

The Golden Phoenix, a powerful demon at the peak of the early stage of the fourth tier, lay on the ground looking aggrieved, its wings feeling incredibly heavy.

"okay."

With a soft cough, the golden bowl spun around, the glow dissipated, and finally landed slowly in Lin Chang'an's palm.

Looking at the top-tier ancient treasure in his palm, the golden bowl with its restrained golden light and ancient charm, Lin Chang'an couldn't help but show a satisfied expression.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a top-tier ancient treasure that even Nascent Soul cultivators would covet.

Although this treasure has no killing power, it is a rare sealing and suppressing magic weapon.

It has a natural ability to restrain demons, ghosts, and monsters.

"Even the Phoenix Bird's strength is reduced by half under this golden bowl. It is truly a treasure."

Lin Chang'an put it away with satisfaction, then looked at the pitiful phoenix in the distance and smiled irritably. "Who said they wanted to try this treasure? Besides, Red Robe said that to activate your bloodline, it's best to use this kind of suppressing spiritual object, which is no less terrifying than the life-or-death struggle."

Seeing its owner's teasing, the phoenix felt like crying but had no tears.

"Master, is there any treasure that can activate bloodline power without causing discomfort?"

"Yes, but those are all legendary spiritual objects from the upper realm."

Lin Chang'an said with amusement that if he really had such a good thing, he would want to sell it for a good price.

This suppressive force is extremely beneficial to demonic beasts, as it can stimulate the power of their bloodline.

Of course, the feeling of being suppressed is definitely not pleasant.

Otherwise, the phoenix wouldn't be in such a pitiful state.

"Alright, take these."

After Lin Chang'an threw out dozens of high-grade spirit stones, the phoenix's eyes lit up, and it then let out a clear laugh.

Lin Chang'an shook his head at the sight, but he had become much more proficient at using this magic weapon over the years.

【Lifespan: 423/2495】

[Realm Level: Early Nascent Soul Stage (80/100)]

After putting away the golden bowl, Lin Chang'an looked at his cultivation progress over the past twenty years and couldn't help but nod in approval.

It has been almost a hundred years since he achieved Nascent Soul, and although he was over three hundred years old when he achieved Nascent Soul, he was incomparable to those geniuses.

But having cultivated to this level at just over four hundred years old, one can be considered to have begun to catch up step by step.

"In twenty years, my cultivation level has increased by eighteen points. As my cultivation level has deepened, even I have felt the difficulty of cultivation."

Most Nascent Soul cultivators are trapped in the early Nascent Soul stage for their entire lives, which shows how difficult cultivation is.

Even Lin Chang'an is no exception; he used to improve by a little bit every year, but now it's getting slower and slower.

However, compared to other Nascent Soul cultivators, his cultivation progress is already considered fast.

"There are less than sixty years left until the tribulation of the Xuan Tian Spirit Body. However, with the current cultivation progress, it shouldn't be a problem to break through to the mid-Nascent Soul stage before the tribulation."

Looking at his cultivation progress, especially with over two thousand years of lifespan remaining, he felt quite gratified.

Lu Zhenjun survived, so he probably couldn't possibly be as good as him.

Once he reaches the late Nascent Soul stage, his lifespan will likely reach a terrifying three thousand years, comparable to the legendary Nascent Soul cultivators.

"With my lifespan, even though cultivation in this world is difficult, my chances of breaking through to the Divine Transformation realm are still greater than those of other Nascent Soul cultivators."

This is also one of the benefits of a long lifespan.

Then Lin Chang'an slowly got up and walked towards the depths of the cave.

Inside the cave connected to the earth's fire, the sword servant sat cross-legged in the center of the formation, surrounded by surging lava that radiated intense heat.

Meanwhile, the ten-thousand-year-old Golden Thunder Bamboo above the sword servant's head, after twenty years of refinement, had lost its vibrant golden light and spiritual energy, and now it showed signs of decay.

A drop of liquid, imbued with powerful vitality and accompanied by golden arcs of electricity, dripped onto the sword servant's forehead and seeped into it.

At this moment, the sword servant exuded a powerful aura.

"Owner!"

Seemingly sensing the arrival of its master, the sword servant slowly opened its eyes, its heterochromatic pupils becoming even brighter and more dazzling. Upon looking at its master, it revealed a look of joy.

"Hmm, not bad, your soul has almost recovered."

Lin Chang'an nodded in satisfaction. Although the sword servant's Nascent Soul formation was delayed due to this incident, his foundation had become even more profound.

"More than that, this is a ten-thousand-year-old Golden Thunder Bamboo. Ling'er's bloodline is of the thunder element, and now she has awakened her true innate divine power with this."

Such a bloodline, capable of awakening powerful innate abilities, is rare even in the upper realms.

Just then, a voice in red came from within the sword servant's body, and Lin Chang'an nodded slightly after hearing it.

The sword servant now had a pair of sharp dragon horns, which were ice blue and gold, and occasionally flashed with lightning.

"The icy blue one is Water Divine Lightning. Although it is common among dragons and even the dragon race, those who can cultivate it to a high level are extremely terrifying."

Anyone touched by this lightning will be instantly annihilated. This golden lightning is the Golden Divine Lightning, naturally effective against evil and demonic creatures.

Listening to the red-clad woman's explanation, Lin Chang'an couldn't help but nod. This Golden Divine Thunder might be influenced by the Golden Heavenly Thunder Bamboo.

“Master, there’s still some Golden Thunder Bamboo left.”

Looking at the spirit object, which was mostly dried up, the sword servant also showed a guilty expression, as if he had wasted a great spirit object.

However, before Lin Chang'an could say anything, the woman in red said irritably:

"Don't waste it. You can integrate the rest into your magic weapon. Its power will increase many times over. Even after you reach the Nascent Soul stage, your magic weapon will still be quite powerful."

Lin Chang'an nodded slightly.

“What the woman in red said is right. Although the Golden Thunder Bamboo is very valuable, I don’t lack this type of treasure right now.”

What he said was true. When it comes to restraining evil and demonic creatures, he himself possesses the essence of the sun and the golden divine flame of the phoenix, both of which are extremely powerful and yang, not much inferior to the Golden Thunder Bamboo.

Not to mention he also possesses Buddhist treasures, which are effective against demons.

Having an extra Heavenly Thunder Bamboo magic weapon will not directly increase his combat power.

"However, we should postpone integrating it into the magic weapon for now. Ling'er, your Nascent Soul formation has been delayed for too long. Right now, we should focus on Nascent Soul formation."

After forming the Nascent Soul stage, refining the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo with the Nascent Soul cultivation level is even more efficient.

Lin Chang'an's words made the sword servant nod firmly.

Over the years, she has had mixed feelings, including guilt for holding her back and fear of falling behind her master.

The effects of the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo on her this time, even leaving behind the red-clothed figure, also revealed her own selfish desires.

The path to immortality is lonely, and she didn't want to fall behind her master.

"Prepare for the abortion process in six months."

"Master, Ling'er will not let you down."

The sword attendant nodded firmly, her heart filled with a longing for power.

Lin Chang'an continued to look at the formation built on magma beneath the earth fire.

Even with half an arm missing, the demonic body still exuded a terrifying aura.

"This near-fifth-tier demonic body is truly a headache."

Lin Chang'an sighed helplessly. The materials needed to refine it into a puppet were not so simple.

Moreover, this is just a shell; it needs to be infused with a spirit to be made into a puppet.

At this moment, the sword attendant's pupils flashed with a spiritual light, and the woman in red had begun to take control of her body. She rolled her eyes and teased:
“Master, if you find making puppets troublesome, you can refine them into blood pills, which are also a great tonic.”

Lin Chang'an smiled irritably after hearing this. Such precious materials are used for alchemy?

This is not a waste of resources.

"Alright, although crafting puppets is a bit troublesome, once it's successfully crafted, it will be a powerful weapon."

Lin Chang'an wasn't stupid. Even if he performed poorly, this near-fifth-tier puppet could still be used to forge a fourth-tier late-stage puppet, equivalent to the late-stage Nascent Soul stage.

"At the very least, this demonic energy must be purified by my Xuan Tian magic power to remove the aura of that demonic creature. Then, even if we encounter that three-eyed demon again..."

Even if you took it out in front of the other person, they probably wouldn't recognize it.

After purification, it is equivalent to eliminating any original magical aura from the other party.

"Master is really careful."

The woman in red pouted as she spoke, but Lin Chang'an replied irritably, "If I had a choice, I wouldn't want to either, but that demon is still hiding outside."

It's said that not long ago, they were still keeping an eye on the Old Demon Qingyang, clearly believing that he had taken the treasure.

Thinking of this, Lin Chang'an secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The outside world only thought that the demon was holding a grudge, but only he knew that the demon was probably eyeing his demonic body.

Fortunately, he wasn't the only one who ran away, otherwise he would have been in real trouble.

Moreover, if anyone really wants to cause trouble, it will be Old Demon Qingyang and True Monarch Lu leading the way, since these two are the strongest.

The two individuals also possessed the ability and resources to seize the treasure.

"I never expected that framing Qingyang the Old Demon in unison would yield such an unexpected reward."

At this moment, Lin Chang'an's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but laugh when he recalled the situation.

The strongest of them all, Qingyang Old Demon, ended up running last. Doesn't that confirm that he still wanted to seize the treasure before leaving? Otherwise, why would you run so slowly?

"It's no wonder this demon is looking for you; it's just that, Fellow Daoist Qingyang, every single thing you've done has confirmed that you've taken the treasure."

Thinking of this, Lin Chang'an couldn't help but feel sorry for Qingyang Old Demon. Being secretly targeted by a demon was a headache even for the six major sects of the demonic path.

……

City in the Clouds.

After more than forty years of war, the Guardian Alliance, which was initially scattered, has been tempered by blood and fire and has learned to cooperate with each other.

Groups of monks patrolled the streets, surrounded by the cries of vendors.

The war brought enormous casualties, but it also brought the most abundant opportunities to the independent cultivators of the Protectorate Alliance.

Countless resources monopolized by major families and sects emerged during the war, attracting waves of rogue cultivators to flock to them.

Even knowing that the odds of death are slim, they still cannot stop themselves, just like the desires in people's hearts, like moths drawn to a flame, just to seize that sliver of opportunity.

"Have you heard? Another Core Formation cultivator has appeared among our independent cultivators."

"How envious I am! That's a Core Formation Ancestor!"

"That's right. Not long ago, we were all Foundation Establishment cultivators, but in just half a year, they've become high and mighty Core Formation cultivators. That feeling..."

"In recent years, quite a few prodigies have emerged from our independent cultivators."

"Yes, I still vaguely remember that Nascent Soul formation phenomenon thirteen years ago; it was truly terrifying!"

"The term 'loose cultivator' is relative to who you compare them to. Compared to top-tier forces, they are indeed loose cultivators, but compared to cultivators below, they also have powerful backers."

On the streets, the dissipation of the Core Formation celestial phenomenon from yesterday naturally became the hottest topic among independent cultivators.

As he emerged from the cave and strolled through the streets, feeling the vibrant atmosphere of daily life, a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

"This Fellow Daoist Jin's methods are becoming more and more skillful."

The topic of rogue cultivators forming their core is certainly significant, but he absolutely does not believe that there are no powerful forces pulling the strings behind the scenes.

It is precisely these constantly emerging prodigies that have given countless independent cultivators a tangible opportunity.

As long as you achieve meritorious service, you can exchange Foundation Establishment Pills, Core Formation Spiritual Items, and even Nascent Soul Materials.

The tangible benefits attracted countless independent cultivators to flock to the area.

In recent years, the Dao Protection Alliance has seen a significant increase in Core Formation cultivators, and even a Nascent Soul cultivator has emerged.

"However, this Fellow Daoist Jin took the opportunity to win over many cultivators, and his power has grown considerably."

Similarly, various forces also took the opportunity to win over many rogue cultivators. However, relatively speaking, the appeal of families, sects, and even dynasties was definitely not as strong as that of forces like Jin Jianchuan.

"Families and dynasties have bloodline requirements, and sects tend to favor cultivators who have been trained from a young age. Only a Dao Protection Alliance like Jin Jianchuan can absorb cultivators from all sides."

Feeling the vibrant atmosphere, Lin Chang'an arrived at the Yu Ling Sect's residence.

"Meet the Supreme Elder."

When Lin Chang'an arrived, the disciples of the sect all bowed respectfully, especially since there were three Core Formation cultivators in the main hall.

These three were none other than Ling Xiaosan, who possessed the Heavenly Spirit Root, and are now Ling Qingxuan, a Core Formation cultivator within the sect.

There is also Shen Meier, a disciple of the Ice Butterfly Fairy who possesses a spiritual body, and another new generation of Core Formation cultivator.

"Greetings, Supreme Elder."

The three bowed respectfully, and Lin Chang'an, upon seeing them, couldn't help but sigh at the passage of time.

Back then, Ling Qingxuan was just a bewildered mortal boy at the auction, and Shen Meier was just a newly initiated Qi Refining disciple.

Time flies, and so much time has passed. The ragged boy from back then has now become a Core Formation cultivator.

"Not bad, it seems you haven't been slacking off in your cultivation lately."

Lin Chang'an nodded slightly. To the three Core Formation cultivators, this was a Nascent Soul Supreme Elder, so he bowed respectfully.

The three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief after Lin Chang'an left.

"Elder Lin has emerged from seclusion."

"Nonsense, we're not blind."

Shen Meier snorted coldly; she had never been able to stand her senior brother standing to the side.

It's nothing else but this unrestrained and unconventional personality.

He had an ordinary relationship with his fellow disciples, but he preferred to hang out with rogue cultivators from outside the sect.

"Junior sister, is it really necessary? Ever since we met at the Foundation Establishment stage, you've been like this, and you're still like this now."

Ling Qingxuan sighed helplessly. He was truly troubled by this junior sister, but he couldn't hide the admiration in his eyes.

However, Shen Meier kept a straight face and said coldly:
“Senior Brother, no one can stop you from making friends outside, but don’t forget your identity. Although our Yuling Sect is not a righteous sect, it is not a sect that you can associate with just anyone.”

Upon hearing this, Ling Qingxuan sighed and rubbed his forehead. Sure enough, it was that matter again.

Meanwhile, the junior disciple who had just reached the Core Formation stage saw the two bickering again, scratched his head awkwardly, and pretended not to see anything.

They had seen this phenomenon far too many times within the sect.

"Senior Brother Ling, Senior Sister Shen, let's go carry out the mission first. This time, the goods were personally ordered by the Supreme Elder."

"Let's go."

The three walked side by side, greeting the lower-level cultivators with cupped hands, their figures slowly disappearing from sight.

In the cultivation world, strength is paramount. Who could have imagined that yesterday's mortal youth would now be a Core Formation elder of a sect, or even a Nascent Soul giant?

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